“That flower is a lot like you,” I continued, and she tilted her head, her eyebrows drawing together. I watched as the turned the stem in her hand, the flower twirling slightly. “It’s thorns protect it from danger, keeping unwanted predators away,” I started. “But beyond that layer of defense, there is a beauty to be found. I think there’s more to you than just being the daughter of the famous General Neroe. I think you just haven’t let anyone in that far yet.” Her eyes widened, but she didn’t say a word.
Old one, but good move
